Autumn has definitely sneaked into our quiet little corner of Oxfordshire. And in its sneaky sneaking, it’s brought a very familiar damp chill to our old house, as well as rich new colours to our surroundings, and some birthdays to be celebrated (not mine – I’m plenty old enough already and don’t feel the slightest need to advance any further).
Birthdays bring visiting relatives and peaceful times around the log fire. This time it brought a happy new novelty, too: companionably knitting with my Mum, who came with Dad to stay here for the weekend. (Dad is strangely uninterested in knitting.)
Here she is doing a few rows of the Arne and Carlos blanket and yes, her gauge may be different from mine, but I Don’t Care because I just like the thought that she’s putting some stitches and maybe some love into what’ll probably become our go-to family-sheltering-from-the-cold and Toddler-Twinnage-making-dens blanket. Anyway, she’s my Mum. She taught me to knit (though she despairs at my knife-grip of the right-hand needle, being herself a lifelong pencil-gripper). Y’never know, maybe there’s a genetic component to gauge that enables mother and daughter to knit pretty similarly. Certainly, what she’s done looks just fine. Thank you Mum. (But we’ll just have to agree to disagree about how to hold the needles.)
And in the photo above, I’m working on another prototype for My First Proper Grown-Up Pattern. Yes, knitting 1×1 rib is so slow that my fingers will grow old and drop off before I’m done, but the reward is a lovely thick, stretchy fabric where the stripes transition perfectly on both sides!
Anyway, before all this birthday malarkey hit us, we went out to take a little look at autumn. We wore our stripy wellies, the toddler twinnage and I:-
And we ran along an old cobbled path in a nearby village:-
And we had a pretty decent amount of fun in the chilly sunshine. I hope we get a proper cold winter this year, despite the ice-on-the-inside-of-the-windows and the need to dry out clothes from the wardrobe over the radiator before putting them on that this oddball house brings. Much as last winter’s floods were photogenic, we need some decent snow and ice round here soon. Any weather gods reading this? Would you mind ever so much?